The Beast

Lyrics

[Intro: Stat Quo] Yeah! Yeah! I'm a motherfuckin- They let the beast out the motherfuckin' cage Yeah! Talk to 'em [Verse 1: Stat Quo] You've been forewarned, I mean harmed To any nigga takin' cash out my palm New York, LA, in the A at The Palms I'm posted up, I'm the South Coast Don Put it on my moms, ring the alarm Cross me, it's war, I'm here with the bomb Blowin' shit up, treat hoes like lawns Cut 'em, get gone, that's my life, homes Been a king, handcrafted my own throne Take a dollar, make it stretch for so long Hot like sumo wrestlеrs in the summer with coats on You dick ride, lookin' for nеw cocks to hop on Mad cause I'm bringin' the Stanley Cup home That's my real name, champion [?] The rap game hostage, pay me the ransom A glimpse of the TEC will turn Gs to dancers [?] the new cancer I'm spreadin' out like them viruses do Comin' to a city near you is the flu A MC true, I came through Gave rap another view from a south perspective Our swag perfected, wake up, eatin', "So what's for breakfast?" Another squad, another crew, another rapper A track, et cetera [Hook: Stat Quo & Truth Hurts] They can't stop me or hold me down You are now listenin' to the world-renowned Stat Quo, out the A-Town Listen close, you hear me now? They let the beast out the motherfuckin' cage They let the beast out the motherfuckin' cage They let the beast out, the beast out, the beast out, the beast out The beast out the motherfuckin' cage, yeah Let's go! [Verse 2: Stat Quo] This is vintage, one of a kind, think of an instance Of a nigga who was on the offensive But goin' hard, like his back's on the fences His game [?] these niggas hatin' from the benches [?] and it's temptin' They eat they ass up, like a modern day lynchin' Big bread is my only intention If you meet for confrontation, approach with apprehension Cause it can lead to the suspension of your life Hundred million dollar man, everybody got a price Thanks to Martin Luther, I was born with the right To be black and [?] stand up and fight That's king shit, you know the funny thing 'bout life? It's easy to do wrong, hard to do right Especially when you got poverty in your sight Fuck 'em let 'em die, it's either Hell or Christ As you pursue the routes, stare straight or be trife They ain't given, you gotta earn them stripes I tell a bitch like this, "I ain't buyin' no ice Me make you my wife? Get a job, yeah right So you can get half?" I'm settin' up a class To teach niggas with chips to avoid the wrath For these no good [?] to take cash Try another nigga, baby, I know math [Hook: Stat Quo & Truth Hurts] They can't stop me or hold me down You are now listenin' to the world-renowned Stat Quo, out the A-Town Listen close, you hear me now? They let the beast out the motherfuckin' cage They let the beast out the motherfuckin' cage They let the beast out, the beast out, the beast out, the beast out The beast out the motherfuckin' cage, yeah Let's go!